Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 262 - 254: The Flight Training Diary of a Broiler Chicken
Chapter 262: Chapter 254: The Flight Training Diary of a Broiler Chicken
Han Qiwu, with a satisfied grin, released his grip on the Black Seabream King’s gills and chuckled, "Now this is good. Be polite and set a good example for the others."
The Black Seabream King coughed twice and then nodded earnestly.
Master, I understand. If I can’t set a good example, I might just end up in the wok as chopped pepper fish head.
Han Qiwu chuckled, stood up, and glanced over at the vegetable field.
Today wasn’t just the day the rice had ripened—it was also the day the rapeseed flowers bloomed. The vast, golden sea of flowers in the yard was absolutely stunning.
Several bees had already discovered the open flowers, diligently moving back and forth between the field and the bee house, collecting nectar from the rapeseed.
Looking at the rapeseed field ahead, Han Qiwu thought, "The flowers are already blooming, so the harvest must be near. Later, I’ll melt the gold ingots. For now, let’s test the oil press and see how it performs."
Han Qiwu had barely taken a few steps toward the house when he heard a faint crackling sound.
"Zzz, zzz."
Dangling from the tree, Little Zap’s electrical current was now weak and sporadic—it resembled an old, broken-down electrical panel.
Han Qiwu extended a hand toward the osmanthus tree, and the branches wrapped around Little Zap quickly brought it to him.
"No more mischief, alright? As a special favor for the rice harvest, I’ll let you off the hook this time." Han Qiwu carried Little Zap into the house, gave it a quick bath, and offered it some water.
Don’t worry!
The water wasn’t bathwater.
It was...
The leftover rice-rinsing water from earlier.
Anyway, it’s all clear—it shouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
Perhaps it was parched. Little Zap gulped down half a basin of the rice-rinsing water in one go.
After it finished, Han Qiwu noticed its satiety level had immediately risen by five points.
"Could there actually be something special about this rice water?"
Han Qiwu decided to save the rice water from now on to feed Little Zap.
Might as well try.
At this moment, Little Zap felt deeply moved.
Master still loves me—he even gave me sweet water to drink.
Wah, wah.
I’ll never cause trouble again!
"Ding ding."
Just then, the rice cooker finished cooking.
Unlike the Dragon Rice, this time, when the lid was opened, the rising steam condensed into the shape of a rice stalk.
"That’s pretty cool," Han Qiwu said with admiration, scooping out a bowl to examine it more closely.
The steamed rice had a round, plump appearance with slight translucency. Before bringing it close, a faint, fragrant aroma of rice wafted up—a subtle, not overwhelming kind of scent.
Little Zap, beside him, stared at the rice with wide, eager eyes, opening its mouth and calling out twice.
"Don’t rush; it’s too hot. You can’t eat it yet." Han Qiwu smiled cheerfully and quickly scooped up a spoonful of rice, blowing on it before taking a bite.
Little Zap: "???"
Wasn’t it supposed to be too hot?
Where’s that chewing sound coming from?
With his eyes closed, Han Qiwu focused on savoring the taste of the rice.
After a few bites, the sweetness of the rice began to emerge—not as rich as Dragon Rice’s sweetness but a mild, delicate sweetness. The texture was springy and chewy, making one eager for the next bite after the first.
Without hesitation, Han Qiwu went to the kitchen, scooped a spoonful of lard, dripped some soy sauce on the rice, mixed it thoroughly, and began devouring it.
Lard rice is simply delicious.
So simple, yet so satisfying.
Squatting nearby, Little Zap watched helplessly as Han Qiwu gobbled up three large bowls of rice.
After filling up, Han Qiwu rubbed his belly and scooped up the remaining small half bowl of rice, handing it to Little Zap. "It’s not hot anymore now. Go ahead and eat."
Little Zap: "....Liar!"
After feeding Little Zap, Han Qiwu, still savoring the rice’s flavor, headed toward the storage shed in Wutong, thinking, "With rice this good, it’d make fantastic rice noodles. And when there’s time, I could try making rice balls too."
Ah, I should share some with Mr. Tang later.
She may not know how to cook, but she can surely use a rice cooker.
Inside Wutong, Han Qiwu took out the straw he’d stored earlier, broke it into pieces, and stuffed it into the feed machine.
[Silver-Star Quality Chicken Feed with Straw]
[Special Effect - Balance: Straw provides chickens with trace minerals and increases the likelihood of large eggs appearing]
"This effect is pretty practical." Han Qiwu was quite pleased as he fed the straw-enhanced chicken feed to the hens. Big eggs were always a good thing.
Although he hadn’t yet compared the difference in mayonnaise quality between large and small eggs, it was obvious that large eggs would yield better mayonnaise. This morning, he’d even used a Giant Terror Bird Egg in the mayonnaise maker.
We’ll see how it turns out tonight.
After feeding the hens, Han Qiwu specifically switched to a bag of regular chicken feed for the meat chickens.
The meat chicken that had been eagerly anticipating a taste of the new feed: "???"
Perhaps noticing its confusion, Han Qiwu patiently explained, "You don’t lay eggs. Feeding you this would be a waste."
Meat chicken: "....."
After a brief pause, the meat chicken obediently began eating the regular chicken feed. It didn’t worry much—once the master left, it could simply enjoy the hens’ premium feed.
My wife’s feed is my feed!
"Come on, eat up. Once you’re done, it’s tree-climbing training time today," Han Qiwu said, shattering the meat chicken’s fleeting fantasy.
Tree climbing???
I’m a chicken.
What tree am I supposed to climb?
Han Qiwu watched closely until the meat chicken finished eating, then grabbed it by the neck and carried it out of Wutong.
"Bawk bawk! Bawk bawk bawk!"
"Xie! Xie! Xie!"
Inside Wutong, the hens and terror birds bid teary farewells to the meat chicken. Their clucking was utterly tragic.
"Alright, alright, it’s not like I’m cooking it. Behave and go lay eggs," Han Qiwu waved his hand dismissively at the door before lifting the meat chicken for a dramatic salute.
In the yard, Han Qiwu specifically chose a relatively short tree, then casually tossed the meat chicken onto it.
The startled meat chicken frantically flapped its wings five or six times before barely managing to perch on a branch, its legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Meat chicken, technically you’ve already evolved into a Flame Bird. You should be able to fly now. Come on, give it a shot. Exercise more and you’ll grow faster," Han Qiwu said from the ground, clapping his hands.
Meat chicken: "....Aren’t you afraid I’ll try and end up dying?"
No, wait. Maybe he’s counting on it.
A long time ago, it overheard Han Qiwu mumbling something about roasted chicken and chicken stew!
No!
I am the Chicken King!
I can’t die here!
I must fly!
Brimming with resolve, the meat chicken gritted its beak, jumped off the branch, and furiously flapped its wings toward the ground.
"Flap flap flap."
"Flap flap flap."
"Thud!"
The meat chicken landed—face-first into the ground.
"Don’t be afraid. Failure is the mother of success. Keep trying and you’ll get it for sure," Han Qiwu encouraged, picking up the meat chicken and placing it back on the branch.
After five or six attempts, Han Qiwu suddenly shook his head.
"This isn’t right."
Hearing this, the meat chicken was instantly overwhelmed with emotion, momentarily forgetting all its physical pain. fгeewebnovёl.com
Master, you’ve finally realized something’s not right!
If we keep doing this, I won’t survive!
"I’ve got so much to do. I can’t keep training it all day," Han Qiwu nodded decisively, heading inside to grab Little Zap.
"Little Zap, I’m leaving this chicken to you. Teach it to fly by sundown, or else... you know the drill."
Before Han Qiwu could finish, Little Zap snapped to attention and nodded firmly.
Say no more, Master. I understand it all.
I’ll obey, alright?
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